They called her strong,
For she smiled through the tears.
They called her weak,
For she smiled, but she cried.
They said she was brave,
For she smiled when catastrophe struck.
They said she was a coward,
For she only smiled when catastrophe struck.
They said she was happy,
For she smiled all the time.
They said she was sad deep inside,
And her smiles were only a cover- up.
Confused, I asked her how she felt,
Why she smiled, and that too at everything.
Her reply baffled me, and still echoes my heart-
“ I smile because its beautiful, in the hope that it will touch hearts.
And this is how I play life- fooling it at its own GAME, TACTIC, AND ART. ”